The years of getting ready are
now over.On you now lies the burden of your
life.The teachers that await you will be
tougher,Having need to use you for their
wealth.Even so, you stand upon tall
shoulders,Granted the sweet chance to be
prepared,Ready to assume the work of
others,Anxious for the wind that bears your
word.Do well, my dear one! All my love goes with
youUnderneath the rhythm of your day,An
organ tone that will not wane or waverThough you run
through the gates that mark your way,Exultant in your work
as in your play.